The Coffee-Less Poet Poem by Shalom Freedman

The coffee- less poet
Lacks inspiration
He sags along
Weak and half- sleeping
Writing with a music-less tone-

He does not know who he is
For how can his being himself
Depend on a beverage?

The coffee-less poet
Writes in his own bland and trivial way
His own little confessional lines
And waits for the day
When the doctor within himself will say,
‘Okay you can again drink the milk of paradise
And really begin to write again.'